Category: Children


Perfect Little Lady


Unquenchable urge to run, play, fall and always be late

Baptismal mud, scraped knees and palms

Joyful little warrior child … cautious at home’s tricky door

Chuckles, disapproving glares, authoritative bellows

Domestic minefield has been traversed – go bathe 

No dolls, tea set or princess garb – bathwater is getting chocolate brown

Is wearing dress or skirt required in real world – specialized rules will apply

Self-ruler years pass, a plethora of debt is somewhat transferred and paid

Quite fierce Harley to work – Senate Floor … Blessed afterwards kickboxing poor sizeable victim

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Option Two


Crying due to the strength of a push
It was a gust of cruel wind!
I was an assaulted infant and so I cried
Human comfort came quickly and so I cried
Years made my bones and skin stretch
Push, strikes and fierce gravity
Take it and give back … you are grown.
You’ve been hurt and know your role! Cry, cry
Spiteful laughter and heartless remarks GOD NO!
Human comfort died as I grew .. chose option #2
Will my flesh away via stubborn chants, prayers
Remembering Wind rides above all human frailties

 

Hard Way Home


Saw final light coming in a clear blue American sky
Stood ready to meet my Maker – gaze at God’s pure blue
Anxious to talk to Him – rid me of human pain
Not yet – eternal babies cry at my feet
Embracing them in pure innocent love – eyes closed
All was death white then infinitesimal incineration fell
Our bodies were no more, Father’s love gave us form
Through Light we eternally learn – all human possibilities
The eternal babies play and run – freedom serve as arms, feet
Glance at God shedding a tear He spoke softly
Turn away from earthly ruins below – it is not you
Sleep without worry – you found your way home

From Me To You


This is not a solution. This is an exhale. Just an attempt to be honest. I see your apprehension already.

Yes. You are correct and I said it. Uppity liberal know-it-all and disrespects,
dismisses and dissolves a people. They eat no more dust than I do.

Tailored and raggedy garments still contain Americans. We all need to respect the inner us – respect not like.

No abortions? Fine. Make all men celibate until the day they marry via the law. Full-time morality or no freedom.

Apply death penalty for incest and pedophilia, all physical abuse to minors and the disabled.

Keep your firearms? Fine. Death penalty for every parent or guardian guilty of neglect in child or mentally unstable related shooting.

Make every CEO, broker and financial provider involved in a Wall St schemes lose all assets and serve hard time in a real prison for minimum 25 years.

If we want jobs in America then BUY AMERICAN! It cost more , but .. so what! Americans will be employed. Outlaw Wal-Mart, Target and all the discount stores!

You want immigrants to leave? Then I guess you want their money to leave as well. 11 million phony social security numbers collecting taxes from workers that will never get paid back. That money goes to you and your disabled children.

My Mexican mother told me there must always be a price to pay when you get what you want. She also told me not to judge.

There are poor, middle class, rich and super wealthy. An ignorant or immoral person can exist in any one of those classes.

Do you want better education? Good. It begins with turning off the TV, going to the library for history books and talking to your kids for at least an hour per day.

No more Pokemon, Game of Thrones, Xbox and iPhones when you don’t own a car, have beer in the fridge and No Damn Job! I’m sorry but it needs to be said.

Cough


Congressmen, Senators … you’re not done yet!

You must witness the fruits of your labor thus earn your bribe!

See before you the puss filled limbs, tumor infestation upon that single mother’s exposed breasts – don’t they arouse you

There’s the 10 year old boy weighing 40 pounds – please excuse his pre-existing AIDS 

He’s asking you, will I be okay? ANSWER HIM!! Fine gentlemen, indeed!

Exits are blocked by the chronically ill, fluidly dying, and the ignorant poor.

This is not your home! This is OUR CAPITOL! And you must watch our end, move the corpses, before you leave this place. COUGH!

Benches


Environmentally assaulted in sunny rain poverty
Weathered green splinters awful – yet coveted
Where else do little chicas sit? Graffiti wall is for boys
Covered, shaded, maintained green
Perfect for adolescent trendy and tormentors alike 
Vacant classroom for freshman nomadic poor
Cruelty discovers another living place – soul breaking work
Pack of privilege climbers surveying the terrain
Mentally thrashing many from a lovely corporate park bench
I just want a paycheck, pleasantries and respect
Final class war comically ends here – spine, legs turn on me
Latina sits on smooth white plastic shower bench
I’m sure I prefer the splinters and weathered green

The Wronged One


Good child sits with patient hands

While grown awful leaders scurry about

Child just waits for pretty lying smiles

Patience has divorced petty constituent minds

Little one makes a query – pulverized by a bark

How long do I have? Can I leave here now?

True words finally slip .. following … guilty tears

Very little time. Some tears. Please stay.

Precious little ghostly one colors, hums and waits

Waits a thousand more immature years


I mourn the death of the child in you

The child that played alone or with dirty kids

Amongst jealous trees and stickball lots

Plagued with dried foxtails invading your socks

You use to be happy, just hanging out

Today you’re addicted to so much crap

iPhone, iPad and other suspicious circuit dogma

Designer drinks here, Whole Foods there

Imported Mini boxes on tires with all the extras

Kardashian butt, see a stranger’s mirror

Think you need a new race? Or botched!

Better be wearing Prada, DKNY or Kors

Coach or D&G on your shoulder, of course

Stocks go up because they closed some more plants

Chinese slavery – that’s were the money’s at

American workers? I’m sure they’ll bounce back

You know that the kid version of you

Would kick your ass, slash your tires

Slash your clothes, rat you out on YouTube

To Mom and Dad, cousins, aunts and uncles

They would fervently tell you

You weren’t raised that way!

Church taught you better

Play by His rules idolatrous one!

Don’t hurt anybody with the choices you make

Is that kid alive? Is hope coming out?

Do CPR or start praying to God …. move forward

Promise to be better and trash all soulless junk!


Jump, leap, lunge – again

Mr. Sky is dressed in night

Arms intensely stretched out  

Pluck one moon or a few stars

Please, black velvet void – slight beg

Jump, leap harder – with more trust

Grownups chuckle at childish goal

Mr. Sky defiantly acquiesced 

Little conqueror has galaxy in a jar 

 


Childish windswept summer sands spoke freely

I heard them a million steps back – not forward

Uttering riddled verses with mixed human plots

Touch with more future than hand – and you won’t

See with more illusion than eyes – the sun is blinding

Accuse your excuses of stifling your waywardness

Laugh to the height of ridiculousness – in front of all

Thank some deity for the gift of being frivolously lost